Assembled seashells
glittering the sandy shore,
lie as trophies from an ocean storm
shifting from deep to shallow.
Bringing fortune in symmetry -
jogging memories of past journeys
dropped from the energy
fueled by the waves.
Cradled in beds of seaweed,
salted and dried, deserted on the shore.
Tales of the sea's mysterious voice,
whispering secrets in your ear.
Gems from the unchanging sea -
a display I collect to treasure.

A bend shows in my pathway
ahead. A chilled breeze
knocks against my brain.
Fiery hues surround my
reflections. Missing her
laugh and embraces.
Warm memories floating
like scenes in a storybook.
The leaves maintain their turning
and life keeps moving on.
So I'll journey down this path
that we walked in days past.

In a garden filled by inky night
she reads by fairy firelight
with dreams of magic and of cheer,
in a land when fantasy draws near.

Where unicorns flutter in mid-air,
and fairies shimmer with stardust hair.
Dragons twirl brazenly in a silky clouded sky,
while knights suited on horseback stoutly ride by.

Grinning trolls armored with riddles creep
to divert from their overgrown castle's keep.
The moon princess softly trills a serenade,
and frolics in an open cornflower filled glade.

Flaxen mermaids with encrusted combs of stone
sit on tufts of a verdant seaweed throne
whispering tales of prized treasures aglow
buried deep beneath in the sea below.

Stars blanket in the velvet overhead
as she sits and savors the legends read.
The sights found in writings all retold
are worth more to her than pirate's gold.